131. Hiding

Tiffany sat at her desk, her fingers drumming impatiently on the smooth surface. She hated how distracted she’d become lately, her eyes drifting to the door every few seconds, hoping—no, waiting—for him to walk in. Jacob had somehow wormed his way into her thoughts, and it was driving her mad. She frowned, tapping her pencil harder. She shouldn’t care. She really shouldn’t be this eager to see him, with his stupidly adorable dimples and that infuriatingly laid-back attitude. But here she was, actually looking forward to seeing him. Tiffany let out a quiet sigh, staring at the door again. He was late, which only made her more agitated. Normally, she’d roll her eyes at how he always strolled in right at the last minute, but today, she found herself counting the seconds until he’d show up. What’s wrong with me? she thought, chewing on her lip. I shouldn’t care if he shows up or not. But she did. She was hoping to catch a glimpse of those dimples, that infuriating grin that always made her